“I dream of a faraway land. A place where great lakes stretch out to meet the sky, where their rich blue and ripe orange settle calmly at dusk. The setting sun is graced with the strange cries and songs of equally strange creatures. Trees sitting on a bench made of rock. The bench had its oddly featureless body stand ahead of a bountiful forest. The mysteries this forest held had been veiled in a shroud of black from an encroaching night sky. Trees whose tree crowns featured limbs and faces exhausted from laughter and stems adorned with leaves groomed to create fashionable clothing which matched their personalities. The tree on the left of the bench, whose cackling echoed around the landscape, adorned vibrant violet flowers across its chest and head. Its face seemed to be an imitation of a young man whose large hollow eyes seemed to be dwarfed by its smile. The tree on the right had a puppy rested on its lap. Hazy yellow flowers decorated this tree. The tree was expressionless, only glancing upon its violet friend. The puppy rested peacefully yet I could not find a defining feature on it as its all-consuming black fur seemed to rid it of any form leading my eyes to only perceive a black figure while my heart knew that the figure belonged to a puppy. I longed for a place which my entirety did not recognize yet I longed for it from my soul. If I could wish to not wake up from this dream, throw every sense of understanding, I would give my all for only a lasting glance and a touch of understanding of it. I would answer its call.”